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Sunday, Sunday, where have you been |
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Your emerald eyes |
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Like your hands, reaching out to me? |
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The wolves are out tonight |
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Under the hunter's moon |
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Cinnabar staining the hem of her lace |
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She's starting to blush |
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But the moon helps to pale her face |
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"The groom has gone", she sighed |
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And slept for a hundred years |
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Sunday's child and the wolf were wed |
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To Monday's child with her empty head |
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Tuesday's child seemed to know the answer |
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Sister Monday, what did you find? |
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"I found it all |
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But somehow I lost my mind |
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East of the universe |
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And north of a snowbound star |
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Oberon told me: 'The devil lives there!' |
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Maybe he stole it |
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And it could be anywhere |
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One soul in silent millions |
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Trying to get back home |
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Sunday's child and the wolf were wed |
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To Monday's child with her empty head |
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Tuesday's child seemed to know the answer |
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Sunday's child and the wolf were wed |
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To Monday's child with her empty head |
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Tuesday's child seemed to know the answer |
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Sunday's child and the wolf were wed |
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To Monday's child with her empty head |
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Tuesday's child seemed to know the answer |
